Man if I was ever really and truly made an astronaut or ever actually had a chance to do anything remotely Trek-Like I'd avoid red like some kinda Anti-Bull, seriously wouldn't even touch pasta sauce for fear it'd stain my shirt just red enough for fate's liking.

Though as of my birthday I have an old-school TOS style uniform that on the front reads "Spock's my Hommie" but that's blue. Not much ever happens to blue shirts, aside of course from Dax.

Likewise I'd kill myself to avoid being first in line for the Caitians. Really, I would. Or better yet, find a dog people home-world and lead them to the "promise land" and let them make the first contact for me.

Likewise I'd kill myself to avoid being first in line for the Caitians. Really, I would. Or better yet, find a dog people home-world and lead them to the "promise land" and let them make the first contact for me.